Maximum Conviction Page #3

( Chuckles )

It's working again.

Ready to charge now.

Everyone stand back.

Charge, one minute.

What's that noise?

Time to charge.

Ready?

Fire in the hole.

F***.

Password, password, password.

What the f*** is the password?

It's inside the crusher.

- Man:
Clear the blast zone.

- Clear!

Get down.

This is Terrence, sir.

I don't know about Manning,

but I just heard an explosion.

(siren wailing)

Secured?

If the MP and the security guard

are dead,

then, yeah, we're secured.

Good.

Driver:
Easy payday.

Why don't we get the girl?

Where are they?

I don't know what you're

talking about.

Who the f*** do you think

I'm talking about?

The two that were

brought in here last night.

Oh, yes. I can tell you.

They're in-- they're in--

Where are they,

God damn it?

Cross reopened block D.

Block D.

Light up cell block D.

I want to be out of here

in 15 minutes.

COPY-

It's that way.

Control, can you see us?

I see you. Hold.

What's the problem?

I don't know, man. He must have

put it on manual when I came in.

I need the f***ing password.

I need your password

to open doors.

I don't have a password.

Then I'm gonna find

someone who does.

Please, no.

Control room-- in the control room,

there's a fingerprint scanner

on the board.

It gives me access to all

the sensitive systems in an emergency.

Warden:

What are you gonna do?

Move, God damn it.

What finger?

Warden:
No.

- Which finger?

- No!

(screams)

This finger?

My finger-

you cut my finger off. F***.

- Do I need to cutoff another one?

- Please, please.

I can take you there.

There's 50 keys here.

I know which ones to use.

Let me show you.

It'll be faster.

Please don't kill me.

Please.

Suit yourself.

Blake over radio:

Control, I'm on my way.

I've got access to the board.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

This one MP,

This one MP,

the security guy-- Manning-

looked like ex-special ops,

a big, bald a**hole.

No offense.

Just find them.

Confirm that they're dead.

(siren continues wailing )

Here's one of them.

- That's him! Waste him!

-( rapid gunfire)

Secure the area.

Max, with me.

One more idiot play like that

and I'll blow your head off myself.

(steam hissing )

( door slams )

(rapid gunfire)

( bones crack)

(rapid gunfire)

( door slams )

The main gate

to the holding area is secure.

Who are you?

Special Agent Watkins.

I have an appointment with the warden

about some kind of

narcotics activity here.

We're doing a high-risk

security transfer here.

We're gonna have to

ask you to leave.

All right.

Fields over radio: Team two.

Respond, team two.

All right, head up, Bradley.

We've got active hostiles up in here.

Bradley:
10-4. En route.

Fields:
Team two, respond.

(two gunshots)

Fields over radio:

We have another issue.

How many parts of your job

have you managed to f*** up today?

Not me.

Team two

has been compromised.

What's the damage?

Terminated.

Got some guy coming in through

prisoner intake, came out of nowhere.

Whoa, whoa.

Fields:
He's changed into full tactical.

This guy means business.

Sh*t. Let's go.

Control, we got a security expert

on the loose--

Manning-- conversant

in special ops.

He went through the south boiler.

Can you track him?

Fields:
Don't see him.

He must be off the grid.

I need access now,

or I'm gonna start blowing doors.

And track Manning.

He's bad news.

Blake:
Stand down, Collins.

That's an order.

Your priority is the target

in cell block D.

Fields, do you have a visual?

Nothing but empty cell blocks.

Blake:
What about

the rest of the prison?

Nothing.

We have two internal MP-s

in the ultra max sector,

no threat.

No visual on the target.

Blake:
Find her.

- It's this way.

- Let's go.

Yo, the guy from the cell blocks

is moving.

Blake:
Track him.

Let me know if he stumbles

into our kill zone.

We'll isolate and extract him

after we've secured the target.

You understand?

Fields:
Copy.

(engine revs)

( tires screech )

Cross's last radio transmit said

there were active hostiles.

At this stage, we have to assume

it's an extraction.

We've got minimal gear and ammo,

so we go in quiet

through the old

hydro-access tunnels.

We make every shot count.

We good?

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

Blake:
Come on.

( Door buzzes )

Intel on the target.

What the f*** happened to you?

They needed some convincing.

Target confirmed.

The location of the data

is unknown so far.

Sh*t.

Open the doors to L block.

( Buzzes )

We have guests.

Blake:
F***.

Ready? Three, two one.

Who the hell are those guys?

Who the f*** are they?

Cross and Manning

were waiting for a team,

the HSO team

I think they called it.

Why were they waiting for

a high-speed operating team?

Cross-- that's the guy in holding-

he's a private contractor,

trains teams like that,

one of those shadow guys,

ex-Special Forces.

He came in to shut down the site,

brought in Manning.

Collins, we have an intrusion

in the motor pool--

a three-man HSO team.

Stand by.

I'm gonna shut off the power

in the cell blocks.

Get your people in there now.

Collins:
10-4.

Team one, sweep sector seven,

kill everyone.

Teams two and three,

set up perimeter defenses.

My team, tight to me.

Let's move.

(device squealing )

Motherf***er.

Boo.

God damn, it's getting funnier

every time I do it.

Yeah, well, see if I come to save

your ass next time.

Save my ass?

F***.

Well, I'm glad to see

you're still breathing.

- So what have we got?

- I made contact with those a**holes.

They're after one of

the female detainees.

Sounded like she had some info

somebody wanted.

- So where's Cross?

- F***ed if I know. He's not with you?

No, he said he'd meet us

up here.

They'll be going after him.

We need to assess

enemy strength,

engage, kill,

clear access for him.

He'll find us.

You got gear?

Not much.

Hand it over.

A little more effective

than a screwdriver.

A screwdriver worked on you,

didn't it?

Yeah.

You need to wake up.

No sign of him.

Hallway clear.

Go, go.

They're gonna sweep past

on a perimeter check.

They know we're here.

We need to get off this video grid

and buy some real estate.

Move.

Hold up.

Man:
I think I see something.

Manning:
Contact, 12.

Man:
I hear them. They should be

right through this door.

(gunfire)

Man:
Move it!

Clear.

Clear. Dead check.

Okay, stay tight.

Grab the radio.

We can track their movements.

Got it.

-( Steam hissing )

-( rhythmic banging)

Got Cross again.

You said these guys were

ex-Special Forces?

Yeah.

The background is

Cross is an operational genius

and Manning's a weapons expert,

a bulldozer on the ground.

I guarantee

when they find each other,

we'll be facing

a coordinated assault.

Collins, you have got

to ramp it up and get it done.

Divert more men

to sector seven now.

Collins:
There's no MPs.

Where are the prisoners?

Fields:
Should be

near the door.

They're not here.

Please, no, no, no.

Tell me where she is,

or I'm done being nice.

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